Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.